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I
suppose
she
chose
me
because
she
knew
my
name
;
as
I
read
the
alphabet
a
faint
line
appeared
between
her
eyebrows
,
and
after
making
me
read
most
of
My
First
Reader
and
the
stock
-
market
quotations
from
The
Mobile
Register
aloud
,
she
discovered
that
I
was
literate
and
looked
at
me
with
more
than
faint
distaste
.
Miss
Caroline
told
me
to
tell
my
father
not
to
teach
me
any
more
,
it
would
interfere
with
my
reading
.
"
Teach
me
?
"
I
said
in
surprise
.
"
He
hasn
’
t
taught
me
anything
,
Miss
Caroline
.
Atticus
ain
’
t
got
time
to
teach
me
anything
,
"
I
added
,
when
Miss
Caroline
smiled
and
shook
her
head
.
"
Why
,
he
’
s
so
tired
at
night
he
just
sits
in
the
livingroom
and
reads
.
"
"
If
he
didn
’
t
teach
you
,
who
did
?
"
Miss
Caroline
asked
good
-
naturedly
.
"
Somebody
did
.
You
weren
’
t
born
reading
The
Mobile
Register
.
"
"
Jem
says
I
was
.
He
read
in
a
book
where
I
was
a
Bullfinch
instead
of
a
Finch
.
Jem
says
my
name
’
s
really
Jean
Louise
Bullfinch
,
that
I
got
swapped
when
I
was
born
and
I
’
m
really
a
—
"
Miss
Caroline
apparently
thought
I
was
lying
.
"
Let
’
s
not
let
our
imaginations
run
away
with
us
,
dear
,
"
she
said
.
"
Now
you
tell
your
father
not
to
teach
you
any
more
.
It
’
s
best
to
begin
reading
with
a
fresh
mind
.
You
tell
him
I
’
ll
take
over
from
here
and
try
to
undo
the
damage
—
"
"
Ma
’
am
?
"
"
Your
father
does
not
know
how
to
teach
.
You
can
have
a
seat
now
.
"
I
mumbled
that
I
was
sorry
and
retired
meditating
upon
my
crime
.
I
never
deliberately
learned
to
read
,
but
somehow
I
had
been
wallowing
illicitly
in
the
daily
papers
.
In
the
long
hours
of
church
—
was
it
then
I
learned
?
I
could
not
remember
not
being
able
to
read
hymns
.
Now
that
I
was
compelled
to
think
about
it
,
reading
was
something
that
just
came
to
me
,
as
learning
to
fasten
the
seat
of
my
union
suit
without
looking
around
,
or
achieving
two
bows
from
a
snarl
of
shoelaces
.
I
could
not
remember
when
the
lines
above
Atticus
’
s
moving
finger
separated
into
words
,
but
I
had
stared
at
them
all
the
evenings
in
my
memory
,
listening
to
the
news
of
the
day
,
Bills
to
Be
Enacted
into
Laws
,
the
diaries
of
Lorenzo
Dow
—
anything
Atticus
happened
to
be
reading
when
I
crawled
into
his
lap
every
night
.
Until
I
feared
I
would
lose
it
,
I
never
loved
to
read
.
One
does
not
love
breathing
.
I
knew
I
had
annoyed
Miss
Caroline
,
so
I
let
well
enough
alone
and
stared
out
the
window
until
recess
when
Jem
cut
me
from
the
covey
of
first
-
graders
in
the
schoolyard
.
He
asked
how
I
was
getting
along
.
I
told
him
.
"
If
I
didn
’
t
have
to
stay
I
’
d
leave
.
Jem
,
that
damn
lady
says
Atticus
’
s
been
teaching
me
to
read
and
for
him
to
stop
it
—
"
